Upturned wheely bins lie stranded
rubbish scattered far and near
broken branches, fences leaning
What's been going on round here?
Empty coke cans, broken bottles
pizza boxes strewn around
Plants snapped off with pure abandon
Roof tiles broken on the ground
Has there been a gang of vandals
Or a party that went wrong
No it's just a force of nature
Mighty wind that blows so strong
Something's made the wind so angry
Full of ire he vents his rage
Through the streets amongst the gardens
Devastation at each stage
Hear him curse, displaying his fury
Woe betide those in his path
Seeking entrance at each keyhole
Hear his violence, feel his wrath
Trees are bent beneath his wildness
Windows rattle in their frames
Still he seeks his retribution
For unmentioned, unknown crimes.
Don't incur the wrath of nature
Don't underestimate it's force
Take heed of the flattened landscape
Once the wind has run it's course.
Karen Holmes
February 5th 2011
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